Amore mio 2

27.

Her.

"Signora Russo, mi dispiace molto, non so come sia successo e non riesco a rintracciare nulla e non so cosa dovrei fare dopo."- stated in distress Fernando, member of our crew. (Mrs Russo, I am so sorry, I don't know how it happened and I cannot track anything and I don't know what I should do next.) 

We have 2 crews: one left with Leo, the other is here, in Florence. Fernando is here. 

"Fernando, cosa c'è? Che cosa è successo?"- I asked in worry, blinking away tears, gazing at tests, clutching on my phone. (Fernando, what is it? What happened?)

"I motori a turbina sono stati colpiti, è iniziato il fuoco. Non so di più, non posso rintracciare nulla, i piloti e il resto dell'equipaggio non rispondono e non posso contattare il signor Russo."- said Fernando, my eyes shutting close, tears breaking loose as I couldn't utter a word. (Turbine engines were shot, fire began. I don't know more, I cannot track anything, pilots and the rest of the crew aren't replying and I cannot contact Mr Russo.) 

"Signora Russo, cosa devo fare?"- he asked, seeking answers that I don't have. (Mrs Russo, what I should do?) 

I just hung up as my world began to crumble down, darkness and pain too overpowering for me to bear. 

"No."- I whispered shakily, dialling my husband, desperately wanting him to answer. 

But he didn't. 

He didn't answer 1st call, 10th, 20th, 30th...

Martin's P.O.V.

I called Camila billion times, waiting for her to open the door, but my worry and patience snapped and I just broke the lock and barged in, idling as I saw her on the staircase. 

Crying, shaking, lost, horrified, worried and absolutely broken. 

"Camila, cazzo."- I said in distress, dashing to her as she crumbled down in pieces, clutching onto me. 

"Shh, he is fine, we will find him, you have my word."- I said as calmly as I could, hugging her as she cried. 

She cried in ways I have never thought it is possible for anyone to cry. She is shaking, quivering, and God knows how she feels right now. 

"Martin, he isn't answering my calls."- spoke in fright Camila, tears staining her face, her green eyes bloodshot red. 

"We will find him, I know we will. He would never leave you and your kiddos."- I said collectedly, keeping myself in one piece, as she cried more, making me tense up. 

"C, I need you to calm down and tell me everything I should know because right now everything depends on you and information you have."- I stated, rubbing her arms lightly, bringing her out of her scare. 

"I am pregnant."- Cami whispered vulnerably, everything idling and turning upside-down.

Pregnant. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

It is very joyful news, but goddamn, it makes everything change. 

Her.

I sobbed soundlessly, drinking peppermint tea, calming myself down as Martin is sitting in front of me, soaking up what I shared with him. 

"I want to get bambini to U.S."- I said surely, needing them to be safe.

Tini, Luc, Emi, Sofi, Angie, Ari, Max, Enzo, Fede, Lu, El - I need to evacuate them somewhere safe and familiar to them place - our mansion in California. Adriano, Domenico, Mateo are there, they are old enough to understand the situation and soothe their siblings. Twins are just 5 months old, they are breastfed babies, therefore, I cannot let them out of my sight.